Brand-new New Adult Rock Star Romance from USA Today-Bestselling Author Blair Babylon!

What happens when a Rock Star in Disguise meets a Billionaire in hiding?

Georgie doesn’t know who she is dating.

At a high society wedding, Georgie Johnson is introduced to Alexandre de Valentinois, a hereditary duke of nothing who flies around the world on his private planes and describes himself as “one of those despicable, idle rich men.” Yet, when pressed, he sings at the wedding in a gorgeous, clear tenor that tugs at Georgie’s soul, and miraculously, he calms her paralyzing stage fright so she can accompany him on the piano, even though she thought she had left her classical music career behind when she went into hiding.

But Alexandre has a dark side. His name is Xan Valentine, and he’s the rock star front man for Killer Valentine. He’s famous, but his paparazzi-dogged lifestyle might expose Georgie and get her killed.

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Holy smokes! Loved it! This book starts after Killer Valentine reluctantly cancels several concerts because Xan's voice is suffering and he needs to take a break.

"Rest your voice this weekend. Go find a cabin in the woods. Play your guitar, if you want. Read a book. Binge-watch movies. Don't talk. Don't shout. Don't sing. Don't make a damned sound until you have to warm up your throat for the show in Miami next week." 

So he decides to attend his cousin's wedding in Paris. It's there that he meets Georgie Johnson. I loved to see more of the mysterious Xan from the first book!

Georgie has a past that has a way of catching up with her and when she is invited to attend her best friend's impromptu wedding in Paris, she decides it may be a good idea to get away. It is there that she meets Alexandre, who is Xan from Killer Valentine, unbeknownst to Georgie.

He wore a dark blue business suit with a peach tie, knotted tightly, and even under the layers of cloth, his body looked lean, like he was a runner or a swimmer. With his pale golden skin, like he could tan if he wanted to but never saw the sun, and that long hair that faded to blond at the end, plus his large dark eyes, the effect was slightly vampiric. 

Alex and Georgie hit it off immediately due to a music connection. 

It's clear from the beginning that both of these individuals are carefully guarding their pasts from each other, as a reader I found that rather frustrating. 

Time to prod. She asked, "So why did you show up here, anyway?"

"Because you gave me your address. Considering how jealously you guarded your phone number, your address must be a rare and precious thing. I would be a cad to throw away such a jewel."

"How poetic," Georgie said. "Let's hear the truth this time."

Alex's bemused expression didn't change. Indeed, he seemed frozen until he blinked, swallowed hard and drained his glass. "I had to get away."

"From what?"

"Work." He refilled his glass and offered her more, but she was driving so she shook her head. "Why did you give me your address, if you were going to give me the third degree for utilizing it?" 

"There's 'Alwaysland.' Now you're working on this one. What do you do with your songs?"

His tight smile was rather proper. "Isn't it enough that they exist?"

"You're being very Socratic, answering my questions with more questions. No, it's not enough that they exist. Assuming this wasn't a nookie run, you flew all the way here to bust into the music building in the middle of the night to play a song for me. It isn't enough to say that it just exists." 

And finally the truth comes out, OMG, I was so glad when it did! And the ending is full of suspense and I was so hoping that things would end the way they did. Not a full blown cliff-hanger, but I cannot wait for the next book!!

This is the first I've read from Ms. Babylon, but it won't be the last!

I received this book in exchange for my honest review. 

Excerpt:

In the elevator, Georgie stood against the back wall while Alex slid a keycard into a slot above the buttons, backed away from her, and stared at the flickering floor display the whole time, which just about drove her insane until she saw the black dome embedded in the ceiling.

Okay, Georgie didn’t want to end up immortalized as a GIF entitled #GetARoom, either. She twirled her purse dangling from her wrist to pass the long, drawn-out, agonizing seconds while the elevator ascended, the increased velocity dragging at her feet.

Far up in the hotel, the elevator doors parted, and Alex seized her hand again and tugged her out of the elevator. Three doors led off the short hallway, and Georgie realized they were up in the suites.

Alex said, “It’s small. The hotel was sold out. Flicka and her wedding party booked the better suites months ago, so I was only able to get a deluxe.”

Georgie’s heart jumped in her chest, and her hands felt empty because she wasn’t touching him. “Just get us in there.”

His grin bore a touch of desperation as he flung open the door and pulled her inside after him.

Georgie caught a glimpse of a blue and white living room and a dining room with a table for six, and the scent of the white rose bundles filled the rooms as Alex pulled her though the suite. In the bedroom, golden silk draped the bed, and a breeze fluttered the white curtains over the window that was open to a view over the skyline of Paris. She tossed her purse on a nightstand.

Alex grabbed her arms, whirling her around, and he pushed her against the closed door and kissed her. The scent of sweet champagne flooded her mouth, and she breathed deeply. His forearms were braced against the door around her head, almost caging her as he bent to her. Georgie wound her arms around his neck, her fingers sliding into his long hair at the back of his neck. Alex groaned against her lips and reared back, then dipped his head to run his teeth over her neck. He shrugged his suit coat off behind himself, the dark blue fabric falling on the carpeting.

She dropped her hand, caressing his side through his shirt. Bulges of muscle rippled under her fingers. Even while his hot mouth blew champagne-scented breath on her neck, Georgie explored his body with her hands. She grabbed fistfuls of his shirt, pulling the fine cloth out of his waistband, and she ducked her hand under his shirt and soft undershirt beneath.

Ridges of muscle met her palm. He panted against her shoulder as she ran her palms and fingers into the furrows between his abdominals and up to the lean bulges of his pecs.

His hands smoothed over her hips, reaching for the zipper down her backside.

This felt tawdry, a quick fuck at a wedding with the guy she had performed a song with, and that was fantastic. Long-term relationships and even repeat sex weren’t on her agenda. Alex probably lived in Europe, and if they ever ran into each other again, they could be amicable and polite, and he would be just another guy that she used to fuck.

Perfect.